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Barbara's Cuckold Story - 10
by Hotmombarb

I got up the next day, did some minor house cleaning,
went shopping, and planned on visiting some inter-
racial chat sites when I got home. I first opened my
mailbox. I usually delete everything, as its just junk
mail or spam, but today I seen that David responded to
the e-mail, that I sent yesterday. I was eager to see
what he had to say about me screwing a black guy, and
that I was seeing him regularly, and I was also very
apprehensive.

He said he was glad I experienced someone of a
different race. He had a myriad of questions of me. I
thought about how to answer his questions. Lie to him
outright, tell him half-truths, or be totally truthful
with him. In ten years of marriage, I don't believe we
had ever lied to each other, and I thought our marriage
was strong enough to tell him the truth, a little at a
time, if it wasn't strong enough, I thought I could
change my ways.

Q. How long have you been seeing him?
A. About 4 weeks.

Q. Was he was well-hung? 
A. Yes, 11"

Q. Was he long lasting and had staying power? 
A. Yes.

Q. Does he shoot big, thick loads of cum as they say? 
A. Yes.

Q. Do you think I can compete against him as a good
lover?   
A. Possibly.

Q. Have you fucked any of his friends? 
A. Yes, 2

Q. Do you still love me?
A. More than before. You allow me to experience others,
when your not available.

I clicked "Send", and said to myself. "Well, we'll see
what he has to say now." it won't be Truth or
Consequences, it will be Truth and Consequences now.

Carla arrived at 1:00pm. I told here about David's e-
mail, while he gave me a massage, and I told her what I
wrote in response.

She said. "It was about time you're being truthful with
him, you need to be more open with him about your new
sexual activities, but feed him little bits of
information at a time, give him time to think about it,
and to savor it. If he asks for more information, like
he did in his e-mail, he's a wanna-be cuckold, if he
says, 'How could you? You're a slut! Don't you love
me?' questions like that, then he's a reluctant or
unwilling cuckold."

I said. "I hope he's a wanna-be cuckold, I don't think
I could give up being blacked. I'm to much into it
now."

"Go back to those inter-racial chat rooms, and count
how many white guys are there who want to see their
wives or girlfriends have sex with a well endowed black
guy, and be cuckolded by them. Even guys who are
unattached, seek women there, who will dominate them
with a black guy. Many even pose as a black guys, or
wives and say how to they would treat the husband and
make them submissive to their dominate pleasure. There
are plenty of sites loaded with wanna-be cuckolds. And
cheating wife and cuckold stories are written more by
them, than any others." She said.

"I'll look into it." I said. "And I'll let you know
what he say's in his e-mails, before I answer them, so
you take help me to reply to them in the right way."

"All this cuckold talk has made me horny, are you ready
for some gentle girl-to-girl loving?" Barbara said.

"Ok, some loving and gentle sex." I purred. This is the
kind of sex I enjoyed also, especially with Barbara,
whose body closely mirrored mine.

James called me Wednesday, to say he wanted to take me
out to one of his favorite clubs for "Ladies Night" on
Thursday. He said that I wouldn't be having any sex
with him or anyone else, but that didn't mean that he
didn't what me do dress like his slut. He said to wear
a revealing halter that shows off plenty of cleavage,
with maybe ¾'s of my breasts exposed, a skirt or dress
no longer that mid-thigh, no panties, garter belt and
heels, but to keep my make-up normal, that he didn't
want me looking like a whore, just a slut for his black
cock. He told me where I could buy what I needed, and
that he would help for it.

I told him, I would be glad to get out.

He said he would be over at six o'clock and they would
leave at eight.

I hadn't received a e-mail since Monday, and no phone
call either. I began to worry that he had misgivings
about me fucking a black guy after what I sent him on
Monday. Maybe I told him too much, to soon? I thought.

James arrived shortly after 6:00pm Thursday, and I told
him thanks for his help in passing the initiation for
Queen Slut, and about what David said in his e-mail,
and what I told him in response. Also that I had
expected another e-mail or phone call from him by now,
but that I heard nothing yet.

James said. "He's probably involved in a on-going
mission, and you'll hear from him when he gets time."

"I hope he doesn't have second thoughts about seeing me
having inter-racial sex with someone now that I made
his fantasy a reality." I said.

"Whatever his thoughts may be, they couldn't come close
to the fact, that his wife is now a slut for black
cock, and he won't realize it until he sees you begging
for big black cocks to fuck you like you've been
accustomed since he's been gone." He said.

"Whenever someone calls me a "slut for black cock", it
creates a tingle in my pussy, and makes me feel like
I've crossed some kind of boundary which used to be
taboo, but now seems so normal." I said.

"Well lets go, and I'll show you where it is more
normal than taboo." He said.

It was a large club, of about 200 seats, and it was
three quarters full and it was only 8:30. What got my
attention was that their were about forty white men,
seated at the tables with white women who I imagined
were their wives and their black lovers. The husbands
and wives looked like what you'd find in a average
suburban neighborhood, with the wives being short,
tall, slim, fat, plain and gorgeous, not unlike the
clubs we visited a couple of weeks ago.

As we scanned the crowd, they were checking me out,
from some of the closer tables and the couples walking
past us. They undoubtedly knew that I was newly blacked
wife, and my black lover had brought me here to show me
off and to view the black-white cuckold lifestyle that
I would be involved in. I felt self conscious about
having so much of my boobs and nipples on display, and
not so much about my equally short skirt which exposed
my thighs and ass if I should bend over to much.

As we surveyed the crowd, my cell phone rang, it was
David calling. I tugged on James' arm and told him. He
told me to answer it, and ushered me to the rear of the
room where the hip-hop music and noise wasn't so loud,
and I answered it keeping the mouthpiece covered.

"Hi honey, how you doing, you staying safe for me?" I
said.

"Yeah, the action has died down since before I got
here. We're mainly searching for insurgent cells, that
have been laying low and routing them out, but it's
pretty slow going, but I called to find out more about
what your doing." He said.

"What do you want to know?" I replied and held my
breath.

"How do you like inter-racial sex, now that you've
tried it?"

"I like it, I like it very much."

"How long have you been into it, when did you first try
it?"

"I wouldn't say that I've been into it, but I met James
a couple of weeks after you left for Iraq."

"So did Derek develop your interest in black guys?"

"Why all the questions, you said you wanted me to
continue swinging after you were gone. You having
second thoughts now, that I've had another black guy?"
I said, as I tried to keep my voice at a normal level.

"No, not at all," he said. "I just wish that I could
have been there to witness him sliding his eleven
inches into your white pussy, did you take it all? I
bet the color contrast of your bodies was awesome."

"Yes, I took it all, but barely, and he didn't fuck my
pussy... he fucked my cunt."

"Oh, are you becoming a slut now! He laughed.

"Just satisfying my body's need for sex, that's all."

"Where do you go to have sex, his place, our place?"

"At his place, our place, in our living room, our
bedroom, our bed."

"Wow." He said. "You've been busy, he must give you so
great sex, eh."

"Yes, he's very good." I teased.

"Are you at one of his black clubs now, I hear music
and people in the background."

I was shocked and surprised that he could hear the
talking and music in the background, I though my hand
was covering the mouthpiece rather well.

"Yeah, it's ladies night, he's cheap, he's in the army
too."

"Have fun. Send me e-mails of how you met him, the
details of all the sex you have, etc., if I can't be
there to watch you two having hot sex, at least let me
read about it and get off on it through masturbation."

"You pervert," I laughed. "I hope you choke on your own
cum."

"Ok, send some pictures and videos too, bye."

I couldn't believe it, he actually condones my having
inter-racial sex with James, and was encouraging me to
continue, and to keep him update on my trysts'.

I told James about what David said.

"Good, he wants you to become a slut for black guys.
Tell him everything, from how we met, up to attending
the Cuckold Club, but call it Carla's Inter-racial
parties or Zebra Club parties. Don't mention my
training you for, or becoming a Queen Slut yet. We've
got to feel him out on this, to see how far he wants to
take this. At least you don't have to worry about our
relationship anymore, he relishes it, now lets enjoy
ourselves.

We would sit at two tables with a black guy, the white
wife and her cuckold husband, I would dance with James
as he would grab my covered ass frequently and raise my
short skirt and expose my naked ass to anyone who was
watching us.

When he talked to the black guys and the white wives,
he would steer the conversation towards their
relationship. After listening to them, he would slip
the wife a card, when the black guy wasn't looking.

When I had a chance to ask him later if he was looking
for my replacement, now that I was a confirmed black
cock slut and a Queen Slut?

He said. "Just scouting for possible candidates for
Carla's Cuckold Club. They're not here every night.
Sometimes she's getting fucked at home with cucky
watching, sometimes they have to work, sometimes
nothing is going on. I try to check the clubs whenever
I can on ladies night, and weekends for possible
candidates."

"What about that one over there, she's as attractive as
the others in the club?" I said.

"I selected her already, she's just waiting to be voted
in," he said.

"Ok Tonto," I said.

He laughed. He then introduced me to some of his
friends and told me he would share me with them
sometime.

I said. "That would be fine, but you needn't be there
too." I purred.

"I didn't train you to be bitch, just a slut, remember
that." He laughed.

The next day, I called Carla and told her about David's
phone call.

"That's marvelous." She said. "He wants to be a willing
cuckold to you and your black lovers, I'm sure of it,
but feed him information slowly and keep it erotic
until he tells you to go for being a Queen Slut, then
you can put the blame on him, if he can't handle it."

"Ok, we'll see what happens," I said.

Continued in part 11...